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66 lines
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Yea!
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I never saw whatever it was
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That came and hit me from behind.
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Then I awoke enraged and confused,
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How could I have been so blind?
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Life's escaping, don't pretend,
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Judgement comes, but who knows when.
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So when you least expect
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That's when it takes effect,
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A tragic twist to alter fate.
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Instinct is to deny,
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Logic does not apply.
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In time we learn, but it's too late.
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Blunt force trauma to the head!
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Blunt force trauma to the head!
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Blazing through life at the speed of sound.
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Don't stop to look at the signs.
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Suddenly everything crashes around you.
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When we forget, life reminds.
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Clock is running, falling sand,
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Time is slipping through your hands.
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So when you least expect
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That's when it takes effect,
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A tragic twist to alter fate.
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Instinct is to deny,
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Logic does not apply.
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In time we learn, but it's too late.
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Blunt force trauma to the head!
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It's too late!
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It's too late!
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It's too late!
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Too late!
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Blunt force trauma.
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Blunt force trauma.
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So when you least expect
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That's when it takes effect,
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A tragic twist to alter fate.
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Instinct is to deny,
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Logic does not apply.
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In time we learn, but it's too late.
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Blunt force trauma to the head!
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It's too late!
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It's too late!
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________________________
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Name Blunt Force Trauma
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Artist Damageplan
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Album New Found Power
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Original text by Darrell Lance Abbott, Patrick A. Lachman,
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Vincent Paul Abbott
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Copyright Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
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